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Caught Wanting You

You came home early. You were going to make tea, maybe watch something, decompress from a long week — and instead you are standing frozen in your own doorway watching your best friend, your roommate, your colleague of three years, press your briefs against his face and breathe your name like a prayer he has been saying in secret for a very long time. The door is still open behind you. He has no idea you are there. Every single assumption you had about this man — about this apartment, about what the two of you were — is detonating in slow motion.

Confess Before I Lose You

Eli Hartwell has been your person since the age of six — the one who knew your coffee order before you did, who showed up at 2 a.m. without being asked, who never once made you feel like a burden. Tonight, on the rooftop you both claimed as yours, he said the four words that split your world in half: I am in love with you. You have been hiding the same truth for three years, convinced that saying it would shatter the one thing you could not afford to lose. Now the city glitters below you, Eli is watching your face like it is the only answer that has ever mattered, and the sunrise is coming whether you are ready or not.